Joseph T. Renaldi Poems

There is a bit of nostalgia remembering
The school days that used to be,
As I turn my old yearbook pages slowly
Attempting to live again in fond memory.
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As I sat on the glider on the front porch
And watched the attractive twilight glow,
I took an imaginary trip down memory lane
And envisioned the colorful flowers in a row.
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The golden wheat field is an elaborate sight
On a warm, breezy summer day,
And white - capped waves as they thrash the coastline
Of a sea that is gloomy and gray
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The snowflakes fall quietly upon the shrubs,
And glitter like heavenly stars,
A variety of shapes from the clouds above,
Causing my thoughts to wander far.
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Christmas is a special, Christian holiday.
The old folks reminisce and the children play.
We search our hearts, both great and small,
Give thanks there's plenty of gifts for us all,
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Say a little prayer,
When you rise to face today.
Think of the people in poverty
Struggling to survive this day.
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Love is like a budding rose,
Gaining momentum as it begins to grow.
Your sincerity and words of affection
Will create a sensation within the soul.
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The spring water on the hill meandered its way
Amid the rocks, grass, and fern.
A compassionate man considered it as a potential site
Where exhausted hikers might turn.
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When an acquaintance asks you how you are,
And how you coped with a trying day,
Then think of all of your blessings,
And then in a gentle manner say -
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